identity crisis

Ouh, look. a friend tagged me saying how "superb" i look nowadays.
Uh, no correction. Superb in a wrong kind of way, as in like the urm, minah way? Shucks. It's so hard to use this word. The M word.

Right. No, firstly, I can assure you that inside out i am not a M. I'm so pure that if you ask me to dress like a minah, you can tell that i am a virgin at it. Secondly, i think i don't have what it takes to be a friggin' M. I think there are criterias to be a full-blown Minah by the way. Some of the criterias would include putting on cake-thick make, and bleaching your hair blonde and get a few piercings on the belly, nose and 3 extra pair of ear piercings. I don't know why these girls need so many holes.

I don't speak malay but I speak good malay. Like the kind of malay language that you would speak with your mum and dad. Not sial and siak - those sort of nonsensical malay "vocab".

Minahs are loud creatures. They cackle like witches just so to attrack that yummy looking guy sitting behind them for example. Oh please, i know all these classics of these minahs. And in comparision, i'm as quite as a mouse. I'm so demure (heh) that i close my mouth with my hands when i laugh. See see. How can you say that i am a M.

Minahs listen to crappy lovesick malay songs. ARE YOU DEPRIVED OF LOVE? Urgh, sick.

Oh please, i think i lived long enough to tell which are the original breeds of minah. There are many mixed breed ones too nowadays. These are the ones that are clueless as "to be or not to be?"

I hate, no wait, detests minah. So stop calling me that because its as good as me calling you a __________ (fill in the blank) when you know you are not.


But, thanks for the comment anyway.

Hais.